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It transformed his appearance from a surprised owl to a tall surprised owl.
“What colours do you like?” “God, I don’t know. Red.” The room was north-facing, with its windows set in deep bays, and the wood panelling meant it was dark even at close to noon. “I’d recommend golds and greens.” “I’m sure I just said red. My mouth moved, and I distinctly heard sounds emerge.”
“What’s step two?” “That would be a compliment on the radiance of her complexion, or perhaps the lustre of her eyes.” “Madam, your eyes are as brown as, uh. I don’t know. Bread?”
“When people are frightening, you want to please them.” Doomsday sounded a little distant.
“I minded a great deal at the time, but there’s no shame in scars.” Christ, could he not say anything right tonight? “I mean, nothing to it, for me. I see it as a useful reminder, that’s all.” “Reminder of what?” Rufus shrugged. “To stand a foot to the left next time.”
“Uh, can I help?” “Doomsday is locked in the undercroft,” Rufus said, with all the calm he could muster. “Have you a spare key to this door, at all?” “Oh—ah—no. No, I don’t think there is one.” “Then bugger off and let me break it down!” “Well, if you like,” Odo said. “Or you could take the other way in?”